A Mango Tree In Brooklyn
A Mango Tree In Brooklyn
A mango is not only a fruit it’s an island
An image of memories, it organic taste
This represents the first bite to the last:
Tracing back to its originality,
Tropical warmth, which smooths the lips
The sweet, succulent taste is noticeable:
Somehow, the roots refuse to grow
In Brooklyn, amount the sandy earth
Where the suffering continues,
A mango tree will never rooted in Brooklyn.
The soil is useless and barren,
Seized with an impotent anger
Where the death toll rises daily
Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2020
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